A/N: Thanks for the review, follows and favorites! Day 7: Height Difference.

Ladybug knew she was short.

As soon as she started growing, the doctors had warned her parents that she might not do much more of that. After all, she inherited her mother's body type, so she would never get to a height even close to her father's towering frame. That's why Marinette was static when she grew taller than her mother, at least she knew she would not stay that short. There was hope for her, still, so maybe the doctors could be wrong, it wasn't an exact science, anyway. It's not like her friends remind her of it, not since she kicked Kim in the stomach when he called her shorty at the age of seven. They were mature enough, now, to not need to fall back on jabs at her height.

Unless you were, of course, Chat Noir.

It all started on a relatively grumpy day. Adrien Agreste, the love of her life, had gotten a very noticeable growth spurt. As she had gotten to class surprisingly early (five minutes before the bell rang!), she was putting her stuff away on the desk when he came in and was alerted by Nino's loud gasp.

"Dude!" He shouted, attracting the attention of their entire class. "You shot up!"

"Haha, yeah, a little." Adrien said, rubbing the back of his neck and turning slightly red. "Happened over the weekend."

Everyone started to congratulate him good-naturedly, Lila suddenly materializing by his side and clinging to his arm in a way that made Marinette's blood boil. Fortunately, Ms. Bustier showed up and sent them to their respective seats. Marinette wondered if she imagined the relieved slump of Adrien's shoulders. During class, she had been unable to fully pay attention, this new development eating her up inside. Before, she had been perfectly positioned to stare into his green eyes furtively, but now? Her crammed up neck would call too much attention to her. So she spent the rest of the day grumpy, deprived of her daily dose of Agreste's big greens.

However, when she arrived at their patrol site with a strained "hey, Chat" and got no response, curiosity overwhelmed her annoyance.

"Chat?" She tried again, shaking his shoulder. He glanced at her, stance casual.

"Oh, sorry, my lady." He said nonchalant and she would have almost believed him if not for the mischievous glint in his green eyes. "Didn't see you down there."

Her face matched the color of her suit. "Excuse me?!"

"Having a bad day, bugaboo?" Chat Noir asked, a full smirk now blossoming on his face. "The weather too bad down there?"

She growls at him and he, wisely, jumps away, starting patrol.

Since then, Chat Noir didn't miss a chance to take a shot at her. Resting his arm on her head, pretending he didn't see her coming, ruffling her hair and many more. When they fought Sole Crusher, Chloé's akumatized sister (being akumatized was a side effect of meeting her, unfortunately, at least that was the most parisian experience she could get on her first day), he would joke about how much harder it would be for the akuma catch her instead of the "normal-sized people".

Everytime she would punch him in the closest place she could hit, just a symbolic one (she wouldn't ever hut him), and then she had to mask the wave of fondness that washed over her as he pretended it was painful and said a "geez, bugaboo, not even Shadow Moth hits this hard, working out too much?". At school, though, she had other problems.

"Is everything okay, Marinette?" Adrien asked her, looking down at her during the break between math and chemistry.

"You're more than okay- I mean, I'm not okay, no, argh. I'm fine, why?" Marinette stammered, trying to not think about how she was at the perfect height to hide her blushing face in his chest.

"You keep looking up at me. Is your neck hurting? Or is something in my hair?"

"Yeah! That's it!"

He frowned. "It 's what?"

"It's, er, there's something in your hair!" She lifted her hand to his hair (so! soft!) and ran through it a few times before taking it out. "There, now it's fine."

"Thanks, Marinette." Adrien smiled genuinely and she bit back a gooey sigh. "What was it? In my hair?"

"Just a bug." She squeaked out, pathetically, but Adrien's eyes were still soft (fond?), so maybe she didn't make a complete fool of herself.

Between the two of them, there was no way she could get more distracted, was what she was thinking. Famous last words.

It was a Sentimonster with, weirdly enough, no akuma. She hated when he surprised her like that, a new dog learning old tricks. Shadow Moth was usually someone very simple-minded, throwing akumas and sentimonster duos at them with glaring exceptions like Heroes Day. Having a sentimonster with no akuma implied him using new strategies and she didn't appreciate it at all. The Sentimonster, which Chat Noir named Mr. Octi, was a purple giant octopus had sticky tentacles which were impossible to escape.

I'm sorry. Ladybug thought to the civilians caught up in him. Mr. Octi's creepy smile didn't change no matter how much they screamed.

Distracted as she was, she would have been caught in a purple tentacle if not for the black-clad body that slammed into her and brought her down to a rooftop. Chat Noir turned them around as they hit the concrete, leaving her on top of him.

"Be careful, Ladybug!" He said, carefully cradling her to his chest.

Even if the suit absorbs most of the impact, she would have winced in sympathy, normally. However, Ladybug had her face pressed into a strong chest as her frantic partner asked if she was okay and stroked her hair. They were strangely aligned, their feet touching and his arms wrapped around her. He smelled fresh (kinda like Adrien the fragrance, actually) and felt warm.

This is nice. She thought, dazed. Maybe Chat Noir wasn't freakishly tall. Maybe… I fit nice here, I think.

"Ladybug?!" His desperate voice broke her out of her trance and she pulled off him like a lightning bolt struck her. "Are you okay?"

"Fine. Great. Dandy." She threw him finger guns and he looked even less convinced. "It's not important! We need to stop the Sentimonster."

When they defeated Mr. Octi and he insisted on checking on her head, it took all her self control to not hide her face on his chest.

It was unfair that Chat Noir of all people was the perfect height for hugging.